Tag Archive: humour

Before having a child I remember going to friends houses who had children and having a look around and thinking, why is there art stuck to the bottom of the cabinets? How come there’s a Barbie in the sink in the bathroom that they haven’t moved? Why don’t they change their living room around it…

Some time last week I caught a cold. It was simple at first, the sniffles, a tiny little ache in my throat, nothing too serious. I could get through it with a little Tylenol and tea. And then all hell broke loose. A monster of a flu/cold/flu surrounded me with its black cloak and called…

So used to buying the tiny “panties” that never fit properly, slide down my ass, and creep into my butt I cautiously looked at the underwear made for my size at the store I was in and balked. HA! I don’t need to buy new underwear, the size I’m wearing is fine. And then I…

I had a whole list of 20…ok 17 things made up of what would make 2015 great. Things from cleaning the kitty litter regularly to practicing patience to trying a new activity. I looked at the list and became very overwhelmed. I can barely remember to match my socks let alone 20 things to make a…

Not only am I awkward in social situations but I say whatever I’m thinking over text too, then hit send before proof reading or thinking through the pros and cons. This can be weird for both me and the receiver. And I’ve developed texters thumb. Is there a name for this? There should be. —–…

I’m laying on my daughters single bed with her while she lays with her head at my feet and jams her toes in my butt. Bedtime is my least favourite time of day. It was going good for a couple of months and then Christmas holidays arrived and she got an ear infection which changed…

Sunday we returned from Vegas, the city that doesn’t sleep. It was an incredible three days filled with blisters, flashing lights, sirens, honking horns, and boobs (not mine). I had won the trip through Cineplex and was so grateful for the chance to go back and experience the lights, sounds, beauty, and buildings all over…

As the boxes made their way into the house her squeals of excitement escalated. We had promised her that today we would decorate and she did not forget. Yes, decorate. In November. For Christmas. Falalalalalala. Little hands pawed all through the packages that I had so neatly packed away the year before and I could…